The trouble with Open Source is that everyone can hear you scream.

Tired after a long week in Italy and too much romantic (or unromantic, rather) stress, the last thing I needed was open warfare (sorry, free warfare - free as in speech, that is), and on the subject of warfare there's an amusing article at The Register.

April 1st, Day of Merriment. Here's my contribution - which no one noticed (well, no great tragedy).

Where was I? Oh yes. Stress. Here's what started it. I liked it, but it turned out to be too controversial.

Gone now, alas, before anyone even had a chance to play with it and tell me, from first-hand experience, that it sucked.

Alas, poor source code! I knew it, Horatio:
A menu of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy

Five to midnight... I'm tired of playing the fool.
Peace. Out.